I was awakened by loud banging on my door. I stood up and went to open it, and the moment I did, the sleep left my eyes immediately.
"Good morning, Mr. Oliver."
His eyes scanned me, and it hit me instantly that I hadn't worn a shirt over my transparent nightwear. My hand quickly moved to cover my chest, and as I tried to twist my legs, I lost my balance and fell on him. My breasts were almost in his face. Falling on him wasn't intentional, but I liked the feeling of him getting hard underneath me. I liked seeing that I affected him the same way he affected me.
We lay there for a moment before he shoved me off him, his face flushed red. He was getting angry, and I couldn't understand why. He clearly wanted me just as much as I wanted him, so why was he upset?
"Now, Lisa," he began, yelling at me. "Why is my breakfast not ready at this time? Not even a coffee is on the table. I won't tolerate this incompetent behavior, and if this happens again, you will be fired."
"Yes, sir," I answered, turning to leave.
"And one more thing—I don't sleep with my workers, especially not someone who's desperately seeking attention and sleeps around with anyone she comes across. Don't you have any shame? My cousin was in your room, yet you kept screaming my name. Is that the kind of slut you are? You walk around naked so you can seduce any man you set your eyes on. I'm ashamed to believe I came in contact with you. I feel disgusted to say I had sex with you or even to think about it, because you're a whore."
"But that didn't seem like disgust earlier when you were getting hard because I was on top of you."
"Get my coffee ready. I'm leaving in five minutes." With that, he stormed to his room.
I'm so glad it's the weekend. I can't wait to go home, to relax, to tell Jerry everything, and finally get it off my chest. I need to know if Jerry has found another place for me to work.
It was evening, and I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened in this house. Oliver's words from the morning kept replaying in my head. Even after doing all the cleaning and cooking to distract myself, I still couldn't focus. All my mind kept saying was that Oliver was bluffing and didn't mean any of what he said.
It was 7 p.m., dinner was ready, and Jerry had come to pick me up. I really needed the rest right now. At least I could sleep well at home without thinking about anything. But I think I'm just lying to myself, because I couldn't get the feeling of Oliver getting hard while I was on top of him out of my mind. Lisa, you need to wake up—this is the same thing that was inside you months ago, so it's not special. At least that's what I kept telling myself. Still, I could feel my body betraying me as the memories from last time kept flooding in.
"Girlll, you're so quiet—what's the issue?"
I looked at Jerry and forced a small, lonely smile, wishing he could understand without me saying a word.
"Lisa, you know you can tell me anything. Who knows, I might even come up with a better way to solve it."
"Jerry, when has your solution ever truly been a solution? It always comes with consequences later."
"Okay, maybe I don't always have the best answers, but I can listen. At least talking about it will help take it off your mind."
"Alright, Jerry—but no laughing, no judging, and no jumping to conclusions."
I knew Jerry well. He always had something to say about everything. He might not say it immediately, but before we got home, he would. And he did—right after I finished explaining everything to him.
"Girl, there's nothing wrong with you fantasizing about him. After everything he stirred up in you…"
I shot him a look.
"No, girl, don't give me that look—I'm on your side. I mean, if I were there and he treated that woman like that in front of me… God knows I would've joined in and made it a threesome."
After we got home, I took my bath, had a cup of coffee, and sat with my phone when a message suddenly popped up on the screen.
"I'm so sorry!" I shouted, making Jerry rush into the room, half-naked.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you want to bring the whole house down?"
I showed him the message, and he shouted too.
"What have you done??"
Before I could delete it, Evan started calling me.
Jerry stood by my door, waiting to hear what had happened. I looked at him, my eyes searching.
"Lisa, do you mind letting the cat out of the bag before it suffocates?"
"Jerry, cats have nine lives," I replied.
"And you have more than a cat—you've got ten," he shot back, rolling his eyes. "Don't keep me waiting, spill already!"
"Evan saw the message immediately it was sent, and now he wants us to go out on a date. But I really can't face him right now because of that message. How is he going to see me now?"
"You won't know until you go out with him and see for yourself. It's not even that bad of a message. Besides, you were just trying to be sexy."
"Jerry, you know I didn't mean to send that message, right? You know that… and he might think I'm being desperate."
"Girl, you are a little desperate. At least now you won't be screaming Oliver's name in your sleep or making a mess over a guy like that."
Two hours later, Evan was there to pick me up, looking as good as ever and smelling just as amazing.
"Hi," I greeted him.
He smiled, said hi, and opened the door for me. He was so gentle, so kind—everything a woman could dream of. If only he were mine.
When we got to the restaurant and finished our dinner, he reached across the table and took my hands in his, his deep brown eyes locking onto mine. I couldn't help but drift, my gaze falling to his lips—full and soft.
"Lisa, you shouldn't have—"
I didn't let him finish. Embarrassment washed over me as I quickly excused myself to use the restroom.